Mindful Light

Words without color
Are words drawn from an empty well
From fathoms of dusty knowledge that rapidly fade
As time encroaches time

And sounds without song
Are but shards of empty utterances that once belonged to language
Where once melody passed from quill to paper

 from page to book

 from heart to soul
But are now mere ellipses to nowhere

I need not request you touch my heart
To envelope our beings with mindful light
And create rising choruses of joy atop the palette of love

It has always been there

For you know not of language so rigid it resists metaphor
So brittle to never fold into flow
And too distant to feel beauty’s truth

You have painted the arc of our journey
Wherein awaits the mystery
That patience bestows on time
That willingness allows for hope
And courage makes ready for love’s blissful reward

Will you be my mindful light
And slow dance with me in the whiteness of infinite rainbows?